Time has been something I've come acquainted with for the last 8 months; I've spend time thinking, growing, healing, understanding, learning, and mostly missing.
Today I said " You wouldn't even be my friend if you knew me a year ago" and I meant it, though my relationship with alcohol didn't start then, it ended then - I know exactly when was the last time I got drunk, I know because it was also the night suicide hanged heavy on my mind for hours on my bed.
To be clear, I don't judge people who drink, the decision to stop drinking alcohol came solely from my need to heal without filling up the void for a few weeks and having to drink my way to two more weeks. I was exhausted, alcohol became the make-up on the clown's face, it became the only thing in common with half of the people around me.
The thing about time is that it comes and it goes, it does not wait until you realize that you are avoiding crucial topics you need to heal from, it does not stopped and count you down to get your act together like a parent would; I looked up and I was 34.
God placed me at my current job for one special reason: for me to heal properly and for others to heal with me. These 8 months have been hard, I had to say good bye to someone I barely got to know but felt like I belonged with, someone who captured my heart with one look. I had to say "no" to the people around me that had me thinking the only thing we had in common was drama. I had to incubate my heart for a while so I could figure out what I actually wanted.
I came to terms with the fact that you meet the people you need when you need them the most, and I won't preach but God, you see the world so different when you see him first. I saw my feminine energy oozing out of me once I starting feeling his love, the way he took my heart and revived it, the way he took my hand and led me, the way on Valentine's Day he gifted me a Relationship Bible after I asked Him for a sign that he loved me; my core screams every single day because the kind of mercy he has given me is magical.
I've missed the way I loved, the way I gave, the way I wanted to be cared for so bad by someone that needed the same. They say you know you are heal when you can see them be happy even if their happiness does not involve you.
A childhood trauma I am working on is feeling as everything in my life is temporary, I might not be close to the ones I am close to right now but their prints have found a permanent place in my heart. I might not be ready for my husband, but I know he is working on getting closer to the day we meet. I know that my kid's will not be naive all their life but I know that the love I poured into them is permanent. I know God is permanent, because he has been here quietly waiting for me to need him enough to trust him.
Alcohol is not an enemy, is a reminder that I can heal sober, that I can love sober, that I can be strong sober; and so when I dance on the floor for 3 hours sober, I am celebrating my energy, I am celebrating my core, all the work I've done to become this woman today, and I can't wait to meet the woman I become tomorrow.
XOXO
Lucy
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Lucinet Luna - The Author
I've written two books; I decided to keep my blog, because healing is like an onion and I want to see the process, I want to be able to come back and read about all these layers and feel as proud as I am right now.
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My favorite color is blue. I am not sure when coloring my hair became my staple, but I do remember why I dyed my hair the first time; I dyed my hair because of my paleness. Now please do not mistake my need for color for the lack of love for the skin I am beautifully wrapped in; my paleness through Winter might drive me insane but it's my freckles in the Summer that makes it all worth it.
By Lucinet Luna - The Author 2 years ago in Motivation
“The Words That Could Save a Life: A Story About Advice, Ego, and the Hearts We Forget”
There is an old saying: “A wise person learns from advice. A proud person learns from regret.” This is a story about both. There once was a boy who grew up hearing advice from everyone around him. His parents, teachers, elders, and friends — all of them tried to guide him. They warned him about choosing the wrong friends. They reminded him to respect time. They told him not to let anger, ego, and selfishness poison his heart. But like many of us, he believed he already knew everything. Whenever someone advised him, he smiled politely on the outside — but inside he thought: “I’m different. I’ll be fine. Nothing bad will happen to me.” So he ignored the small warnings of life. He cut off people over small arguments. He shouted instead of listening. He lied to escape responsibility. He chose friends who laughed at rules and mocked wisdom. He stopped spending time with family because he thought they didn’t “understand” him. He thought freedom meant doing whatever he wanted — without consequences. But life is patient. And life always teaches — one way or another. Slowly, he began losing the people who once stood closest to him. His best friend moved away after a fight that was never healed. His parents stopped advising him — not because they didn’t care, but because their hearts were tired. His teachers gave up correcting him because he rejected every word. From the outside, his life looked normal. But inside, something was missing — peace. One night, he finally sat alone in silence… and silence can be loud. Thoughts began replaying in his mind like a film. He remembered every moment someone tried to guide him. Every warning. Every soft reminder. Every gentle voice that said, “This path will hurt you.” And for the first time, he asked himself: “Why didn’t I listen?” It wasn’t lack of knowledge. It wasn’t lack of love. It was ego. Ego had whispered inside him: “You don’t need advice. You’re always right. You’re smarter than them.” But ego is a beautiful liar. It makes you feel strong while quietly destroying your relationships, your discipline, and your peace. That night, he realized something powerful: Wisdom doesn’t come from age. Wisdom comes from humility — the ability to listen. The next day, he did something difficult — something most people never do. He apologized. He apologized to his parents, not because they demanded it, but because his heart finally understood their worry. He apologized to friends he had hurt. He apologized to himself — for not valuing his own future. And slowly… life softened again. His parents’ voices became warm again. His friendships began to heal. His mind felt lighter. He started listening before reacting. He didn’t change overnight — but he had finally begun the journey. He changed not because the world forced him — but because advice finally reached his heart. That day, he promised himself: 🕊️ “Whenever someone gives me sincere advice, I will not fight it. I will think about it. I will learn from it.” Because the truth is simple: The people who advise you are not trying to control you. They are trying to protect the version of you that you have not yet become. And one more truth: Advice always arrives before regret. Regret arrives when advice is ignored. Moral / Life Lesson • Advice is not a restriction — it is protection. • Ego is the biggest enemy of growth. • Listening is not weakness — it is wisdom. • The people who correct you are the people who care. One day, you will look back and realize: The words you once ignored… were the very words that could have saved you. So when life sends you guidance — through parents, teachers, faith, friends, or even strangers — don’t shut your heart. Because the doors of wisdom only open… for those willing to listen.
By Shahab Khan6 days ago in Motivation
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Nice.
Spectacular healing story!!! Loved it!!!💕❤️❤️